Chapter 12
epilogue
Units had taken custody of the four members of the Front, they managed to get enough information about Guillaume Belanger - aka - Edward Brian Frazer to have him extradited using Interpol protocol. That would not stop him for working underground but at last; it might put him under scrutiny from the proper authorities.
Ianto had woken up within half-a-hour of being given the injection. Rhys had waited a good ten minutes, allowing him to seem awake, before hovering over him and asking him about the cure. Sadly enough, Ianto simply confirmed what he had learned: no cure had been uncovered by the Front.
Jack left him as soon as he saw he was fine; Tosh and he were going to visit the Front's center alongside another Units' team. Tosh had come back first, three hours later, with a box full of folders, cd and many different type of media. In the next forty-eight hours, Jack, Ianto and Tosh brought many more boxes. Jack had to argue much with Units - he had requested their help, but was now keeping them at bay.
It was Tosh that offered the compromise: she would prepare data disks for their intelligence department.
Ianto had been debriefed as soon as Jack had come back with Lieutenant Haskey, Unit Intelligence. He had gone through an extensive hour with men, recalling details, places, and names. Lieutenant Haskey was a decent fellow; his expertise and professionalism were above average.
The signal he had managed to send through his chips – manhandling it into sending two short blips – a warning of the Hub soon to be invaded – had been received loud and clear.
Tosh had been defeated: nothing in the entire Front's data offered hope to wake Gwen and Owen.
Jack had been left with hardly a choice. Owen had been confined to one drawer in the autopsy room. Gwen had been sent to a private clinic, where the best care was given. Rhys had gone back to work three days a week - although Jack had told him to send all their bills directly to Ianto. Torchwood would cover everything so Rhys could concentrate as much of his time to Gwen.
Jack had vowed to Rhys, he would find the cure. Labs analyses for the alien piece of rocks were done by multiple task forces, of multiple groups planet-wide. Torchwood had opened the media files; Gwen and Owen needed and deserved to be cure.
It was a week later, when at last, Ianto and Jack found themselves in Ianto's living room, alone, with personal free time for the first time. They had snogged a few times in Jack's office but with the filing, analyzing, conference-calls, Interpol, Units, they hadn't had any opportunity for downtime. Even Tosh had slept at the Hub for that week, Ianto and her sharing Jack's bed, alone, for short periods of six hours each. Jack had tried once to lie down beside Ianto, but the Welshman was exhausted. Jack hadn't wish to disturb his much needed sleep, so he had simply hugged him tight for a few moments, because catching himself a few hours of snooze.
Ianto was removing his jacket and ties, while Jack was undoing his boots.
"You want a drink, Jack? Remember, there is no food here."
"I need just one thing right now, Ianto. You!" Jack's tone was as mischievous and as grin was showing his appetite for his favorite Welshman.
Ianto and Jack were going to have this final debriefing. Jack owed Ianto and was quite charmingly willing to pay up.
The End.